[i]Do I even care about her? How dare this monarch question my feelings. Of course, I care about her. This Prince knows nothing. [b]Nothing[/b].[/i] His mind was ticking away as he leaned over Cas dangerously calm, a part of him wanted to kill the Prince then and there, another part wanted to rough him up, but then would he think that he could get to him? [i]No, I won’t give him the satisfaction[/i]. 

Twirling the pocketknife in his fingers as he calculated his next move he watched as the Prince slump against the wall broken, perhaps he was winning? A triumphant smirk crossed his face at the idea he had broken the Prince already, this was his first visit to the Prince and already he was cowering in the corner of his cell. “Know your [b]place[/b] here Prince, the others may not be able to hurt you, but I will.” Keeping his voice cold and calculated, the smell of alcohol becoming apparent in the small cell before he turned on his heel and exited the small space. 

Not taking any chances he locked the cell looking at the Prince “[i]Pathetic[/i], look at you cowering away. Your father would not be seen like this illness or not. He is a monarch to be feared.” Clearing his throat, he stood tall and proud like a leader would, the anger had started to simmer down, and he didn’t feel like slaughtering the Prince in his cell. Not yet anyway. “Your father would not let his heart cloud his judgement, you haven’t had to make any tough decisions in your life, and it shows. What a [b]weak[/b] Prince, a poor excuse for the heir of the country. Be thankful I’m ending your life.”

It seemed like Regis was done with his words, done with scaring the Prince as after his last words he left the basement letting the door slam shut behind him as if to remind him that he would still hurt him if needed. Rubbing his head as he felt a headache coming on he trudged his way through the kitchen noting the bowl of food on the side for him, a pang of guilt hit him at how he had treated his daughter because he knew it was not her fault although he had taken it out on her.[i] Maybe I should apologise? No. I was not in the wrong, she could ruin all our plans. The kind heart of hers is what the people love here, just like her mother but it’s also a huge weakness[/i]. 

Sighing heavily as he took the bowl of food and headed to his room, he would eat it and get some sleep. It had been quite a stressful day already and he had all these plans to arrange, he had to keep the location of the Prince top secret just in case anyone had broken into the rebels. If anyone found out the military would be on them within seconds so he had to keep his plans a secret, all they could know was that they would kill the Prince in the town square in three days. After taking a few bites of food he slumped down on the bed to rest for the night, no further thought of his daughter or the Prince in his home.